It wasn't like Sam to ask for help. So when he grabbed Dean's arm as support for the last hundred yards to the Impala, that was tantamount to any other person asking for an ambulance.
With a one-booted Sam tripping over every plant and rock in his path, Dean breathed a sigh of relief when they finally reached the Impala.
Carefully lowering the shaky giant into the car, Dean asked, "Hospital?"
Sam shook his head wearily. "I just need some rest."
Dean grinned. "Then we go fishing!"
"Then we find out who coshed me and get my damned boot back."
